WATER BILL
I wish I could write in English
But I wake up every morning
And the water bill has come.
No more rumours of splashing water.
I look out the window and wonder
Why the kids are naughty
And that woman doesn't oil
The screaming shopping trolley.
I play a record, have a smoke
But still the words don't come
Bathing me with illusion.
Please don' let me lose it all,
Because I certainly do:
I wish I could write in English
But the water bill has come.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo